I have my heart

Sticky

With the thought

Of

You

I have got words
Stuck on my wrists
Clogging my throat
Saturating my pores
Tangling my hair
They want out
Spat on this world
Pumped off my heart
Thrown at you
Cannon balls
Leaving explosions
Hitting you hot

But you left me
So exhausted
So quiet
That I leak only
Melted ice ink
Off Sticky fingers
On
Popcorn poems

And I sit
In the roaring silence
Of the ocean
Under a furious sun

And I burn
To come alive